Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

But this is all in the past, Song Ya didn't hesitate and said directly: "I will go to the kitchen to help Xiao Nuo."

"lady!"

"Ya'er!"

The chief steward and Qin Chen spoke at the same time.

Song Ya frowned and looked back at them: "What are you doing?"

The chief steward glanced at Qin Chen and silently retreated behind Qin Chen.

Qin Chen glanced sideways at him: "The butler wants to see you for something."

The butler was stunned: "..." Master, you are immoral!

Song Ya looked at the butler, who was calm and said tactfully: "Madam, we have already helped handle Miss Shen's ingredients, and we just need to cook them."

"Then I'll help Xiao Nuo with the cooking. How can she be so busy on her own?"

The butler choked: "But, but..."

Song Ya narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Butler, do you dislike my cooking skills?"

Butler: "..." I'm just afraid that you will blow up the kitchen again. What if Miss Shen gets angry and abandons the young master again?

Then when can he hold the young master in his arms?

"My wife's cooking skills are unparalleled in the world. How dare I dislike it? It's just that Miss Shen said before that she was not used to others disturbing her, so the old slave removed all the chefs. If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Shen. I really don't dare to abuse Shen." Miss."

Song Ya snorted softly: "My cooking skills are unparalleled in the world? I will cook it for you tonight, boss, you have to finish it."

The big housekeeper, Guan Yingsheng, is an old man of the Qin family, and he knows all about Song Ya's cooking skills.

His old face froze, and Qin Chen mocked without shame: "Ha!"

Chief Butler: "..." This family can't stay anymore, let's destroy it.

Song Ya rolled her eyes at Qin Chen: "Don't think that because I don't know what you are thinking, you just dislike my cooking. I tell you, it's because I don't cook often, otherwise I would be a great chef now."

As soon as he got home, he heard his mother's shameless words. Qin Siyu said: "......Mom."

Song Ya immediately turned her head: "Why are you back? You don't need to work at noon? Why do I remember that you have been away for more than a week, and things in the company are piled up, waiting for you to come back to deal with them."

Qin Siyu paused and looked at Song Ya calmly: "I know what you are planning. Mom, just give up on this idea. Nuo'er will not go with you."

"That's not necessarily the case," Song Ya snorted and said sourly: "You are so unpopular and cold, who cares? If I stay with you, you might as well go traveling with me. If it weren't for me and your dad, With the face I gave you, it would be strange for Nuoer to be abducted by you."

Qin Siyu ignored her harsh words: "You don't have to worry about whether I can bring Nuo'er back. But your cooking skills... ha!"

That cold and mocking smile directly made Song Ya laugh out loud: "Qin Chen! Take care of your son!"

Qin Chen coughed lightly: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Nuo has been busy in the kitchen for a long time. Check to see if it's getting better soon. She made it especially for you."

Qin Siyu glanced at him, turned around and left.

Song Ya became angry when she saw him like that: "You..."

"Ya'er, Ya'er," Qin Chen hugged her: "Calm down."

Song Ya turned around and glared at him: "You are the good son you gave birth to!"

Qin Chen: "..." I can't give birth, I just provided a sperm.

Shen Nuo only made a simple home-cooked meal of three dishes and one soup, but listening to the noise outside, it seemed that Qin Chen and Song Ya were back. Just when she was hesitant to go out, Qin Siyu opened the door and came in.

He glanced at the dishes being cooked in the kitchen, stepped over and leaned over to hug her.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Shen Nuo let him hold her, and lightly reminded: "It's just a return gift."

He chuckled: "I know."

"Go out," Shen Nuo said, "Let the chefs come back and cook some other dishes. What I cook may not be enough for you."

"It's okay," Qin Siyu said calmly, "Just enough for me to eat."

Shen Nuo: "......"

When the food was brought out, Qin Chen and Song Ya had already prepared it obediently. Song Ya looked at Shen Nuo with bright eyes, as if looking at a piece of delicious cake, which made Shen Nuo a little uncomfortable.

"Mom," Qin Siyu said quietly, "can you stop looking at my girlfriend like a hungry wolf devouring a tiger? You scared her."

Song Ya's face stiffened, she glared at him and gritted her teeth: "You're the one who is so hungry! I haven't seen Xiao Nuo for a long time, I was just too excited for the moment!"

Qin Siyu served Shen Nuo some soup: "Really?"

Song Ya took a deep breath and resisted the urge to remake her bad son.

"Xiao Nuo, eat more." Song Ya gave Shen Nuo a piece of meat: "Being stuck to a piece of ice all day long will definitely make you uncomfortable in the cold. Eat more to replenish your energy and blood, so as not to hurt your body."

Qin Siyu's face darkened, and Shen Nuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "Thank you, madam, I can do it myself."

"What's your name, Madam? Just call me...Call me Aunt Song," Song Ya swallowed the word "Mom" in her throat and reluctantly changed it to Aunt Song.

Shen Nuo smiled, did not answer, and gave her a chopstick of meat: "My cooking skills are average, I don't know if Madam can get used to it, why not ask the chef to cook some more."

Just now, Shen Nuo wanted to ask the chef to cook more, but Song Ya stopped her and said that it was enough. She was not hungry yet, so just eat a little.

Song Ya's eyes flashed with disappointment, and when she saw the meat in the bowl, she smiled again.

"I'm used to eating. Your cooking skills are much better than mine. When the father and son saw me cooking, they thought I was going to blow up the kitchen on purpose. They both despised me. Xiao Nuo, why don't you teach me how to cook next time you have time? I can definitely do it well.”

Shen Nuo smiled: "Maybe they just feel sorry for you."

The air suddenly became quiet, Song Ya was stunned, and Qin Siyu put the food into Shen Nuo's bowl.

"I feel sorry for my own stomach," he said, "You'll know next time you taste her cooking."

Shen Nuo turned her head and looked at him: "It's not easy for you to live to such an old age."

She had heard that he was brought up by Song Ya before he was four years old. Song Ya never hired a long-term nanny for fear of revealing her traces, and she would never let him eat takeout all the time.

"It's not easy," he said casually, "I started cooking on the stove when I was less than three years old. I just felt so worried about my stomach."

Song Ya: "......"

Qin Chen: "......"

Shen Nuo: "......"

There was silence at the dinner table, and Song Ya looked at Qin Siyu as if she wanted to kill someone.

"Xiaoyu," she said through gritted teeth with a smile on her face, "I was so wronged by you, having a mother like me."

"No grievance," Qin Siyu took care of Shen Nuo's meal. His movements were elegant, but his words were not very elegant: "Without you, how could I have the reputation of being a child prodigy? You taught me well."

Song Ya: "......"

For a moment, I really didn't know whether he was praising her or hurting her.